Friday, October 24, 2014

Kinky Days, Part 1

Recently we've been able to get our kink on in a variety of interesting ways, whether that's hanging out with friends in the community or trying new things. Today we'll share two recent experiences and next week we'll complete the report.

Taking My Little to Disneyland LittleSpace at Disneyland
Through FetLife we discovered a littles group planning a weekend at Disneyland. Unaware of the group (not SOAP, based here in Los Angeles) we thought we'd go check it out. We had stuff to do Friday and Sunday, so our only chance to participate was Saturday. So after a late night on Friday we got up at daybreak and headed to Anaheim, Lizzie ready to go.

I'm not sure if it was intentional or not, but LittlesSpace 2014 was set for Gay Days at Disneyland. This made the "kids" a bit less conspicuous, though most weren't really overt in their outfits. Arriving at the restaurant in the hub of Disneyland we met a few others. Lizzie made a new friend and together, she and her Daddy and Lizzie and I headed off to ride a few rides.

Later, we met up with the group again for lunch in Tomorrowland. We were shocked to discover there were more than 35 people who came (including some from SOAP) and from as far away as the East Coast. Lizzie reveled in the change to commune with other Littles in such an open, fun-filled environment.
I recently discovered Tumblr. Okay, I knew it was there. I just hadn’t discovered that little padlock icon that unlocks all the kinky stuff on Tumblr. I post a few pictures there (you can find me, here, if you’d like) and follow a number of blogs.

On Tumblr, I came across a post about LittleSpace at Disneyland. Disneyland is so close to home, I knew I had to check it out. I found the organizers on FetLife and shared the info with Craig so that he could look into it.

We haven’t really been to a Littles event before, so we didn’t know what to expect. But, as I said, Disneyland is nearby and we have annual passes. Even though we could only attend one day, we decided it was worth trying.

I dressed up, but kept it safe for Disneyland. I was initially very shy, but I made a wonderful new friend! We got to hang out most of the day and we are still talking all the time. I can’t wait until she moves closer so we can hang out more!
A Hard Scene What I Needed
Back at home, Lizzie had confided in me that she was desperate for a hard scene. For a series of reasons we had been unable to get to our local dungeon for some time, and though we've been more or less settled into our new home for over two months, there's always something that has to get done or I'm heading out on a business trip.

In other words, it's hard to get to doing a lengthy, hard scene.

But Lizzie has asked for this before, and I know it's not easy for her to ask. One night, I told her to lie face down, naked, on the bed. I proceeded to pull out a variety of implements then set to working her over.

Wood paddles, leather paddles, canes (both hickory and carbon fiber), straps and, of course, my hand were used. It was a lengthy scene. Lizzie never moved. But I worked her over.
I’ve been craving a hard scene for a long time. While it’s been great having the house to ourselves, we hadn’t really indulged in an intense scene at home. Planning an intense scene at home is different - there are so many possible distractions and we don’t have to have a set time. I thought it would be easier when we lived alone, but it hasn’t been. The nice thing about going to the dungeon was that when we made plans to go, we had an established routine of discussing what we both wanted and needed and we had a dedicated time to pursue those goals.

We approached this differently than those dungeon scenes. In fact, all I had told Craig was that I needed a hard scene. We did none of the other negotiation or discussion that we might have done. We didn’t even schedule a time. One night, Craig ordered me to get naked and lie on the bed. As you can see, he used quite a few implements!
And you know what? It was cathartic. For both of us. I've been so overwhelmed with work and stuff around the house and travel that I hadn't even noticed I was in need of a hard scene, too.

When I get in the zone, my topspace, or whatever term you want to use for "gettin' my sadist on" I have some "tells". Those who've played heavily with me in the past know what those tells are, and they certainly came out during that heavy scene.

Afterward, during aftercare, Lizzie clung to me like she was afraid I was about to fly away again (in actuality, I had just gotten back from a business trip, so that wasn't going to happen). After she came back to me, I rubbed some lotion on her bruising and marked bottom before putting her to bed.

The next day, she was cuddly and "crawled into me" (her words) almost all day. Over the next few days we took a series of photos of her blooming bruises and marks and Lizzie attempted her first GIF. We'll strive for better next time. ;-)

Next week: Part 2 of Lots of Kink where we share our experiences with caning in Korea and shooting guns with a bunch of sadists. Whee!
It was everything I wanted and needed. I’m pretty sure I even cried out, which I do not usually do. I cried, as well, though that happens more often.

I felt much better after the scene. Craig held me for a long time. And he put lotion on my bottom. And he put me to bed. Such a lovely combination. :)

Over the next few days, I requested that Craig take a picture each time I begged him to put lotion on my bottom (I can do it, but it feels so much better when he does it.). Unfortunately, I didn’t explain that I was hoping to make a GIF out of the pictures.

Instead of lining up for the same picture every day - as he would have done if he’d known my intentions - he took more varied shots. That’s another side effect of my Tumblr addiction -- I’ve been encouraging Craig to take pictures from more “interesting” angles. I see all the pictures on Tumblr and I’m inspired to try for more variety.

Still, the GIF does show the progression of the marks to bruises and healing. I wouldn’t want it to be perfect the first time, anyway, right? This means we will have a reason to try again!

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Random Acts

One of the great things about living on our own (with no kids) is our ability to play when and where we wish. Most recently, we enjoyed two complete "surprise" scenes that were wonderfully refreshing as we continue to discover life without kids.

One evening I came home from work and informed Lizzie to go to the bedroom and pull out my favorite cane. I had Lizzie undress and bend over and grab the side of the bed. I then lit into her bottom with the cane, stroke after stroke, until she was whimpering and crying. Having the house to ourselves has been a big change. We have so many more opportunities to play at home.

First, we have a picture after Daddy gave me a caning.
Another night, the spanking was rather thorough. I put her across my lap on the sofa and spanked her--hard--again and again until the wiggled and writhed atop my lap (in and of itself a rather delightful thing). And here, a picture after Daddy gave me a spanking on the sofa.
Of course, it's not all play and punishment around the house. I got Lizzie a pair of rather fetish-y shoes for her birthday a week or so ago. What do you think? One of my favorite birthday gifts - new shoes! I’m so excited! Even if I won’t be walking far in them, I can stand, so I’m calling it a win.
And, as is often the case since we've been "kid free," I'm often surprised by what I see and what we do around the house. One morning, as I was heading out the door for work, Lizzie came to the door that goes from our laundry room to the garage. It's two steps down from the laundry room to get to the floor of the garage, and as I turned around to say goodbye, I was greeted with this:

Needless to say, my eye level was practically at her beautiful little puffy pussy. I grinned at her like the Cheshire Cat and inquired about her choice of undress (usually for her it's the other way around). She giggled and merely exclaimed, "What, Daddy?"

Those random acts we can experience now are far different from the more vanilla experiences we used to have, but these are certainly a lot more fun!
It’s really not my fault that I don’t like clothes. I like costumes, of course, but that’s different. As a general rule, I don’t like clothes much. Around the house, I tend to wear the minimum required.

Usually, that means I’m wearing panties, shorts, or a pair of Daddy’s boxers - because I dislike sitting on furniture bare, even at home. In that, I’m the opposite of most spankos I know, many of whom don’t seem to notice or care if they’ve got bottoms on, if they have a top on. I’m more comfortable topless, when I’m not completely naked.

But the other morning, I was only wearing a top. I think we had gone for a walk and I’d removed my bottoms to take a shower, but I obviously hadn’t gotten that far. I was making coffee and doing other standing tasks, so I hadn’t noticed the lack of clothing yet.